"And her name was?--"

"Evadne."

John Randolph spoke the name for the first time to another, looking upat the sky. When he turned to leave the room he saw that Louis' face wasburied among his cushions and he drove away in a great wonderment. Whatcould it all mean?

"Knocking, knocking, who is there? Waiting, waiting, oh, how fair! 'T is a pilgrim, strange and kingly, Never such was seen before. Ah, my soul, for such a wonder, Wilt thou not undo the door?"

Evadne sang the words softly in the twilight: sang them with a greatnote of longing inside her pleading voice. She and her cousin were alone.

"Evadne, come here."

She crossed the room and knelt beside his couch.

"Little coz, I always have let the Pilgrim in."

And Evadne buried her face in the cushions with a low cry. The crown ofrejoicing was hers--at last!